I don't know why things happen the way they do or what purpose any one person may serve. That will only be revealed to those who wait patiently for the future to unravel itself like an old woolen sweater, revealing within itself a hidden pattern of enigmas waiting to be unlocked. I don't claim to know the future or to be able to turn wine into water, I only lay claim to a phenomenal tale, my own tale, which I must impress on you is, of the most portion, accurate with very few additions or adjustments. Before my epic tale unfolds, I raise, from a field of infinite queries, a handful of minute questions - Ask of yourself the question is magic possible? Was it ever; shall it ever be? Did what now is fantasy once reign as reality? If you ask this of a Rationalist, a "realist" as may be, they will often scoff at the mere concept and stress that only that which may be proven has been, is, and ever shall be the only "reality". They are about as Romantic as a doornail. On the flipside, pose the same questions to a Romantic and, chances are, you shall be praised for your inquiry and be lectured with all the reasons which support the claim of such whimsical activities and a speech on why it is best that these things remain unproven. Now if you have answered yes, then I urge you to read on and doubt not that you will open your heart to the people of this realm and envelope the realm itself as a whole. And yet, for those who lack the imagination which allows we Romantics to accept the unproven, believe the unbelievable, and live the unimaginable - I ask only that you walk down the following path with an open mind and hope against all hope that maybe, just maybe, you will see, for once, why it is that we Romantics have such a quaint view on society, life, love, magic, and any other anomalies which chance across our way.